C-4, I do that damage—My ego is titanic
A clarifying set of two nods, with a knowing lift of his 'brows to Koa's first question—Y U P. Then, slightly widened eyes that say, buckle up buddy it only gets worse.
It's too much one might argue, the next evolution of 'a lot'. It is, however, perfectly Flora. Kaisel finds it endearing somehow, maybe because his heart isn't the one on the line. It's easy to have all the fun of the chaos and none of the ownership of the wreckage—like a storm chaser trying to get inside a tornado just to watch it spin. He wants Koa to feel the same way. He had, once, with Flora.
"I know," Kaisel sways from one hip to another, willing patience into the vibrations he can still feel. The echo of Safrin's voice across the cosmos perhaps, or the eager anticipation of his favorite power couple reuniting, hard to say. "I know," Kaisel punctuates the knowledge with splayed hands and the flower flutters free. Although he thinks, perhaps, he doesn't know, when Koa fires out a laugh like a weapon and twists away. Kaisel's hands fall limp at the wrist.
When Koa attempts to scalp himself, Kaisel steps forward, one hand tucking into his jackets pockets (every one of them) and the other reaching out for Koa's back. An attempt to reclaim the man sinking back into a boy, to hoist the once shining, fearless Dragoon out of the shadow of his heartache. The touch never quite makes it though. Koa's voice bites back like a dog that's just pissed on the wrong rug, so Kaisel pauses, and that hand swings up to rub at the back of his neck in hesitation. He must have fucked up the delivery because Koa wasn't cheering and hugging him.
"Yeah bu—" his voice sucks back in as Koa whirls back to him, dangerously close, especially with the face of a madman expertly worn. Kaisel takes a half-step back. There's a plea like none he's ever seen in Koa's eyes. He wishes he had an answer cocked, as easy as the tirade of the Doubletake's winding choices and consequences had been, but there's just a wisp of air there. A void, where Koa's name ought to have been on her lips. On his, even.
Kaisel is certain that they would be, even if they hadn't.
"I mean..." Kaisel's hand dropped from his neck and thumped against his thigh in muffled defeat. "She's just thinking about what she's lost right now man. Yanno, she's broken up about it all, and there's a lot for her to deal with, with the move and the kingdom and everything..." He doesn't chicken out. He holds Koa's desperate stare and hopes it steadies him. Hopes he fucking listens. "You still matter to her. You always will. So go see her, sweep her off her feet and show her she still matters to you and let the shit in the past stay in the past. People make mistakes Koa."
It's too much one might argue, the next evolution of 'a lot'. It is, however, perfectly Flora. Kaisel finds it endearing somehow, maybe because his heart isn't the one on the line. It's easy to have all the fun of the chaos and none of the ownership of the wreckage—like a storm chaser trying to get inside a tornado just to watch it spin. He wants Koa to feel the same way. He had, once, with Flora.
"I know," Kaisel sways from one hip to another, willing patience into the vibrations he can still feel. The echo of Safrin's voice across the cosmos perhaps, or the eager anticipation of his favorite power couple reuniting, hard to say. "I know," Kaisel punctuates the knowledge with splayed hands and the flower flutters free. Although he thinks, perhaps, he doesn't know, when Koa fires out a laugh like a weapon and twists away. Kaisel's hands fall limp at the wrist.
When Koa attempts to scalp himself, Kaisel steps forward, one hand tucking into his jackets pockets (every one of them) and the other reaching out for Koa's back. An attempt to reclaim the man sinking back into a boy, to hoist the once shining, fearless Dragoon out of the shadow of his heartache. The touch never quite makes it though. Koa's voice bites back like a dog that's just pissed on the wrong rug, so Kaisel pauses, and that hand swings up to rub at the back of his neck in hesitation. He must have fucked up the delivery because Koa wasn't cheering and hugging him.
"Yeah bu—" his voice sucks back in as Koa whirls back to him, dangerously close, especially with the face of a madman expertly worn. Kaisel takes a half-step back. There's a plea like none he's ever seen in Koa's eyes. He wishes he had an answer cocked, as easy as the tirade of the Doubletake's winding choices and consequences had been, but there's just a wisp of air there. A void, where Koa's name ought to have been on her lips. On his, even.
Kaisel is certain that they would be, even if they hadn't.
"I mean..." Kaisel's hand dropped from his neck and thumped against his thigh in muffled defeat. "She's just thinking about what she's lost right now man. Yanno, she's broken up about it all, and there's a lot for her to deal with, with the move and the kingdom and everything..." He doesn't chicken out. He holds Koa's desperate stare and hopes it steadies him. Hopes he fucking listens. "You still matter to her. You always will. So go see her, sweep her off her feet and show her she still matters to you and let the shit in the past stay in the past. People make mistakes Koa."
Kaisel
I woke up in self-destruction mode—Watch me go, I'ma do it again
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
